It looks like it's been raining all day in Reading, & will continue to do so tomorrow, which means slushy mud outisde faeces-encrusted portaloos galore at the festival!

That doesn't really matter though, the line-up is amazing, i have my wellies, brolly & a hideous amount of vodka. The alcohol's for medicinal purposes only, to numb the pain & disinfect my liver.

It's a bit sad because last year i got to see Morrissey, & now all i'm going to have is my drunken warbling of moz-songs to keep me happy! The people i'm going with this year are actually nice, unlike last year, so that's bound to be better for my sanity. God last year really was atrocious, i don't know what i was thinking.

Get to meet Mystery Jets which is MINT because they're one of my top bands so far this year, haven't found a band since The Smiths that i can listen to this much, & they haven't even got an album out yet. Also get to cover their gig in Cardiff two days after Reading's over, so that'll be dandy.

I need to pack! I'm so disorganised.
I'm just too wexcited (so excited you wee a bit).

And i have none. It's my own fault for not getting a job this summer, gigs & reading books for next term was the plan. I've done both, probably a bit too much, but i didn't intend on spending so much money, it's all gone on music :\ I have a hole in my shoe.

Liverpool was lovely, Jen had a really nice birthday, i got to see Birkenhead, & smoked cigarettes from Luxembourg. We didn't manage to fit Manchester in because we were too busy, but we're going back in November to the Moz night in the Star & Garter, which should be good, i'm counting on a sea of quiffs & witty remarks being thrown about the place like frisbees. That and too much Snakebite (everyone loves it deep down, they're just ashamed to admit it, truefact).

Straight after Liverpool we headed off to the Truck festival in Steventon, it was a really nice festival, never been before, lots of really cool little stalls everywhere (i bought some Poi so i can master it by the time University starts again & won't have to sit there gawping at everyone else doing it at house parties anymore). Finally got to see Patrick Wolf, that man is absolutely amazing, i got a little bit teary watching him. I wasn't feeling very well so i missed a lot of the bands i'd have liked to have seen, but saw my favourites. Had to hand out Merchandise for Mystery Jets, they're so veryvery good live, & i got free CDs & other free crap that turns in to treasure as soon as you know you don't have to pay for it. Reuben, Mystery Jets, Patrick Wolf & Winnebego Deal were the highlights for me.

Due to the money situation, i'm pretty much stuck inside until Reading Festival now. Friday night i have to go to the Test-Icicles gig to do some promo for the band there, but besides that i'm quite content with the two bags of books i've just borrowed, silly amounts of tea, & all of the bootlegs the bloody marvellous people on this forum & lj have been posting! I hope it starts raining, drinking tea & reading in bed just isn't that fun if it's sunny outside & the bratty kids from down the street are screaming & having water fights outside my window. Whenever i see them they give me really evil looks, i think they're plotting something, you can hear it in their cackles.

I hear Morrissey's back in Britan, this is VERY good, either he's come to his senses & realised that he's missing out on a LOT of good eastenders episodes at the moment, or he could be recording, either way, it's nice to know he's back, for a little while at least.

I finally saved up enough money to get myself a spangly new laptop, if i were another computer i'd most definitely sex it up. I'd probably sex it up anyway if it weren't for fear of electricution. I've now picked up a very bad habit of sleeping fully-clothed though. I started it so that i could get straight up & open the door to the postman (who i happen to plan on marrying) & commence the laptop-loving as soon as possible, which lasted for four days. Now i can't sleep without being fully clothed. I've decided that this is a good thing, because now i'll be ready for bed anywhere in the world, in train stations, middle of the road, half way up the stairs.

Next Saturday i'm off to man-chest-uh for my friend's birthday gig. Nobody threw me a bastard gig for my birthday! Dive Dive & Jesse James are playing...i'm just going to stand there & look out for Johnny Marr, who will undoubtedly be wandering around Manchester on a Sunday afternoon. I think that good ol' Mozzer will be there too, he'll read this & realise that it'd be rude not to meet me on Lime Street when i get off the train & give me a tour of ye old city...naked.

I wish everyone would shut up about the Olympics, it's the G8 summit today & they dedicated a whole afternoon of unscheduled arse-licking for the Olympics on the BBC. In fairness, spending billions of pounds on a sporting event in 7 years is really much more important than people dying, i can't understand why more people haven't realised this before.

I'll finish this blog entry with a question that will baffle people for centuries to come:
WHAT was Pete Doherty thinking?! A duet with Elton John AND the public slaughtering of a T-Rex classic? I'm going to tell myself that he was off his tits, otherwise i'm not sure i could ever forgive him.

Finally back at home, & i've already booked the wonderful megabus to take me back to my flat on Thursday. My parents have decided that they just can't live without new tiles in the kitchen, so absolutely everything has been moved in to the living room & we're living off apples & microwave popcorn, which would be my idea of heaven, but unfortunately this also means that there's nowhere to sit, & i don't really do 'family bonding'.

Jen's leaving party was very nice, considering everyone cried at least twice. She gave me a hat her grandmother had knitted her, full of fabric pens & paint, she knows me so well. We started drinking at 2pm whilst watching Neighbours, & ended the drinking at 7am whilst trying to get people to come to the student union with us to 'open up' with Andy. We found the key, but i couldn't join them in the alcohol-heist because i had to be there to say goodbye, even if it was my idea, bit bitter about that really!
Said goodbye. Saw Arctic Monkeys that night. Love Arctic Monkeys as if they were my own chilly, furry babies.

I managed to sell my ticket to the Isle of Wight, which was nice. I hate these people on eBay who sell tickets for much more than face-value, i really hate touts, especially these normal people who are touts & don't even know it yet. One day soon they'll wake up & find it impossible to talk in anything other than a cockney accent, feel the urge to crack on to any girl that talks to them, all whilst wearing a suede coat, for some reason.
It makes me sad to think that in 5 days i may have been seeing Morrissey. It makes it even worse because i had to count the days on my fingers to work it out.

- Why is it the one day you get on the train to go back to University, that it's full & there are no seats
- On this 55 minute train journey at least 6 people feel the need to empty their bowels in the toilet right next to the place you're forced to stand due to it being full to the brim of people with prams.
- The windows on the trains are jammed
- Why on THIS EVIL TRAIN, it's almost certain that you'll have to stand next to a couple who seem to be completely fascinated with the texture of each other's tongues, with no respect for the singledoms who don't want to watch the spit-trails & groping.
- After being in your hometown for about half an hour you bump in to an ex-boyfriend that you could happily go years without seeing again.

AND finally, why is it that you finish your exams before the rest of your flatmates & friends so you end up writing in an online journal to subdue the boredom?

Oh i do like to moan, but these are the things that baffle my tired brain. I've just re-pierced my nose. Hopefully tomorrow the drunken shenanigans will begin, people should really use that word more, along with 'newfangled' and 'dubious'. We've just baked a cake in the shape of lounge-pants & it looks more like a really wibbly penis, i think it's a work of art, Tony Hart would be proud.